All songs written by Dan McCurry (Apartment A / BMI).
Except “In Parts,” written by Nick Jenkins (Turtlenecking Music / BMI) and Dan McCurry.

Produced and Recorded by Run Dan Run at Apartment A.
Mixed by Dan McCurry and Ash Hopkins.
Mastered by TW Walsh.
Additional Assistance by Josh Kaler at Hello Telescope, Taylor Bray at Maple Studios, and Brett Nash.

Album Cover Art by Nick “Paper” Jenkins.
Album Photography and Layout by Megan Elger at Apartment A.

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I’ve been a glutton all my life
I’ve been a glutton, I’ve been a slave

Always hung up on commitment
Acting as if it pre-existed

You’ve got martyrdom all on your face
Holding expectations of a saint

You’ve been in lust since I know when
When we’re connecting, I am saved

I’ve been a lovesick animal
I admit that I love the taste

I’ve been a lovesick animal

Track Name: Box-Type Love

Pinned between four walls, little go-betweens and box-types
Learn how to divide, to subtract and how to split ties
Pressed to quick goodbyes and left to trace out fence lines
Pulled at every side by questions kept box tight
To be carried heart side

Box-type love, a box-type love

Pushed against four walls, little in-betweens and box-types
Trace out every scar and pickup after past lives
To straighten up enough to commit to being box-types
Ask love to build a home from a box with only four sides
It doesn't matter the size

Box-type love, a box-type love

Track Name: False-Hearted Lover

False-hearted lover won't you lay down in the grass with me,
Won't you lay down and be false with me?

Cause I know you're false with me when you make promises
As testament to your faith in it.

Track Name: Cut-Outs

Circumstances now have got you talking in circles.
They incriminate your vows and 'x' your eyes
And never let you down as they hold you at the throat
At the end of every rope, you know

What it means to be cut out, cut up, cut off

Circumstances now have got you breathing in past tense
Retracing your footsteps in hopes you'll find
A savior that can tell you if you even have a soul
Or a rope on which to hang your hopes
Just to find, Just to know
You find, you know

What it means to be cut out, cut up, cut off

Track Name: Gestures & Patterns

In shifting eyes, varied tones, and repeating sighs
We do our best to disguise
And convince ourselves that the weight of former offenses
Is meant to be held
And projected on to someone else with the preferences
That we already know
Though it seems by nature we agree still we swallow without
Saying what is on our minds
So we assign names to phrases that we recognize
As remainders of our past lives
That left the fear if we could ask why
And carried us over blurred lines by

Gestures and patterns taken out of context

Track Name: Finger & Fist

Each and every finger, each and every fist
The cause for your addiction
Pulling on your bootstraps, coughing up your spit,
Face down, in position
Come through only backdoors, jumping bed to bed,
Skip town before you get committed
Each and every finger, each and every fist
You got to force-feed the addiction

So who's gonna get you off right now?
Then who's gonna get you off right now?
Then who's gonna get you,
Then who's gonna get you off right now?
What will it take to get you?

Each and every finger, each and every fist
The cause for your addiction
Blacking both your eyes and cutting at your wrists
Swallow the mouthful of conviction
Choking on your teeth and wringing out your neck
Pack your chest tight with stitches
Each and every finger, each and every fist
You got to force-feed the addiction

So who's gonna get you off right now?
Then who's gonna get you off right now?
Then who's gonna get you,
Then who's gonna get you off right now?
What will it take to get you?

Each and every finger, each and every fist
The cause for your addiction
Each and every finger, each and every fist
You got to force-feed the addiction

Track Name: Anonymous Girl

Anonymous girl, I don't have to miss you
Anonymous girl, I don't have to answer to
Anonymous girl doesn't require attention
Anonymous girl doesn't mind rejection

And when I think of you it is out of convenience
And when I speak of you there's no terms of endearment
And when I reach for you it's as if you're an object
And when I pocket you, you remain anonymous

And when I think of you it is out of convenience
And when I speak of you there's no terms of endearment
And when I reach for you it's as if you're an object
And when I pocket you, you remain anonymous

Track Name: Fresh Faces

Every answer taken from behind
Every bite taken on the neck
Every name written on the chest
Every look a side glance
Every cheek hard-pressed
Every breath held underneath
Every inch spread on display
Every pause left in between

Every smile was painted on
Every mouth was made to speak
Every tongue was tied in knots
Every back was bent to break
Every sigh was an alarm
Every kiss was a defeat
Every wound was filled with salt
Every heart was forced to beat

Little switches cut you down to size
While distant lovers blindly occupy
You can try to separate wants from needs
Just spelling words that never keep
Spelling words that never keep

Mirrors and mouths will always repeat
Hearsay and rumors regarding defeat
You can try to separate wants from needs
Just spelling words that never keep
Spelling words that never keep
Spelling words that never keep
Spelling words that never keep

Track Name: In Parts

In parts, in parts, I can only write to you in parts
In parts, in parts, I can only sing to you in parts

I forget the words, I forget the stories, I forget the pictures

But you know me, you know the insides of things about me
Your memory is better than mine could ever be

In parts, in parts, I can only speak to you in parts
In parts, in parts, I can only be with you in parts